Chapter 1181: Section 1182: The Descent of the Gods
Night was momentarily entranced.
Even against the backlight, it had clearly seen the person speaking.
It was the sight of that face that made Night feel dazed.
For that face was almost identical to Aoluxiya’s!
Not just the visage, but the voice and stature were also strikingly similar to Aoluxiya’s.
It was as if it was a clone!
Who was it?
This question was not only on Night’s mind, but also throbbing in everyone else’s hearts.
As Monty stared at the being that looked identical to Aoluxiya, his heart began to race; a terrifying conjecture formed in his mind… According to his experiences in the deeper layers of the Abyss over the years, Aoluxiya should have had no siblings. Yet this being, bearing an exact resemblance to Aoluxiya and having the ability to command the Lord Galal, suggested its identity was on the verge of revelation!
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—It should not be referred to as ‘it’, but as ‘He’!
Night seemed to have realized something too, its pupils slightly contracted, and it cautiously uttered a revered name, “Lord of the Flameless?”
Night’s question remained unanswered, but the other party revealed a meaningful smile and then jumped down from Galal’s shoulder to the place where the spatial vortex had been before.
With a light tap, a spatial passage appeared out of thin air on the spot.
Galal bowed his head and asked, “Lord of the Flameless, your faithful servant longs to accompany you.”
Galal’s words confirmed the newcomer’s identity!
This being, bearing an identical appearance to Aoluxiya, was indeed the Lord of the Flameless, who sought the eternal flame, burning it to its limits!
“No need, naughty children, I will personally discipline them,” the Lord of the Flameless glanced slightly, his gaze turning to the distant humans, and said with a curl of his lips, “As for you, perhaps you could amuse yourself with these little friends.”
As Galal looked towards the humans, everyone felt as if they were being watched by the Grim Reaper at that moment, a sinister sense of powerlessness rising from the bottom of their hearts.
Having said that, the Lord of the Flameless stepped into the spatial passage.
However, just as his figure was about to be submerged by the spatial passage, he suddenly turned his head towards Night, “I hope you take my words seriously, for I will be very sad not to meet you.”
With that, the spatial passage locked, and His figure disappeared.
Night’s expression showed no change, but a hint of gloom was evident in its eyes.
What had the Lord of the Flameless said before?
—”Once this is over, I hope you will come to my world for a chat.”
The meaning of these words was clear: they conveyed a hope to take Night under his command. Night was well aware that once it went, it would become a servant to the Lord of the Flameless, just like Galal.
Actually, relying on a Demon God seemed to be an option. However, Night had learned from Feng why some Demon Lords could rival or even surpass the realm of a Demon God—it was because they maintained their own will.
And becoming a servant of a Demon God often meant losing autonomy, with no chance to act on one’s own will.
Night’s goal was not just to reach a realm comparable to that of a Demon God; it even aspired to surpass Demon Gods, Great Demon Gods, transcend all boundaries, and take a look from above the pinnacle. Therefore, it did not want to become a servant of the Lord of the Flameless.
That was why, with the Lord of the Flameless’s proposal, Night’s gaze turned so dark.
“Newborn Monarch of Fire, it seems like you are resisting in your heart?” After the Lord of the Flameless’s departure, Galal remained.
Night glanced at Galal, stating indifferently, “Resisting? Not really. I am just considering which rules in my domain need to be perfected.”
Galal: “You have plenty of time to perfect them, you know. For the Lord of the Flameless, a hundred years is but a moment. Once you have perfected your domain, seeking out the Lord of the Flameless will not be too late.”
Galal’s words were hinting that the Lord of the Flameless had given Night a deadline of a hundred years.
Night’s brows furrowed lightly and it spoke softly, “A hundred years is neither short nor long; some unexpected events might occur.”
Galal’s lips curved into a cold smile, fully aware of Night’s resistance. It too had resisted once. But the great currents of the world always flowed from start to finish, with fate already written in stone, and no one able to change it.
While Night and Galal conversed, the humans in the distance made rustling noises.
After a series of roller-coaster-like events—or more accurately, a nosedive—everyone’s feelings were complicated. Perhaps the most tragic of all was Monty, who saw hope within reach only to be snatched away at the last moment by another “human,” losing both the Primeval Flame and Aoluxiya.
Years of effort went down the drain.
More than that, when they had seen the appearance of the Demon Lord and Demon God, their hearts had already chilled; even though the Demon God had chased after the human who had taken Aoluxiya, before leaving, His instructions to Galal clearly intended for Galal to deal with them.
Meaning, after all was lost, they now had to face an opponent they could not hope to defeat.
How could Monty not despair?
Monty tried to calm his emotions and face reality, recognizing that Aoluxiya’s bloodline was out of reach for the time being, so there was no point in dwelling on it. Right now, the primary goal was figuring out how to escape from Galal’s clutches.
Now might be the opportune moment, with Galal still conversing with the owner of the Night Pavilion. Taking this chance to leave was the best option.
With this thought, Monty and the people around him exchanged glances. Despite being pressed down by a formidable pressure that left them unable to move, the chain that had bound them vanished with the Spatial Passage, and the silence rune’s effect also disappeared without a trace, allowing them to use the Word Spirit method to forcibly activate their trump card.
Even though Monty didn’t make a sound, the others received his thoughts.
Now, it seemed this was the only viable option.
As humans began to operate in secret, Sanders deeply sighed as he watched the shattered spire of the Void Tower.
Kanter spoke softly beside Sanders, “Originally, none of us expected Angel to appear in Lassudral and create such a stir. Don’t worry, Angel will be okay. Maybe the next time we see him, he’ll have accomplished some other great feat.”